This has become a default tradition:
my mother and I
on the third and Fourth of July,
on the patio, in the evening,
complaining about the illegal fireworks,
and the lack of accountability,
as we empathize with the dogs, and cats,
and birds, and lizards, and squirrels,
skunks, raccoons, and even rats and mice,
and consider all the animals in our midst,
wishing we could give them peace.
Why people like explosions, we don’t understand.
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